With (e/c) orbs glazed over with a hunters calm, the frosted feline lay perfectly still on one of the high beams beside the strong mass, her gaze never once leaving the small black mammal flitting about the Moby Dick going unnoticed by the pirates shuffling about on the deck beneath. Slowly with a practised stealth (Name) raised from her perch, silently stalking across the air with the mission of finding her prays treasure trove like cave.
“Fuck, are you sure no one’s just being a dick and playing a prank here?” Thatch growled crossing his arms across his built chest, whilst other commanders growled in frustration.
“The bastard took my sword.” Haruta pouted.
“He took my dagger!” Ace cried out whilst Izo scowled at the puffy white clouds above takin